A small piece of Truth...
Dec. 16th, 2004 12:31 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
aquabeanA quote, which, I fear describes me perfectly...
Also, a drabble. (For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sariyuki, because she wrote me one. And karose, because headaches are terrible.)
Title: Drive
Author: rune*
Words: 100
Summary: Sometimes it’s almost worth it.
His head hurt, and the slowly darkening bruise on his cheek throbbed. It had been stupid to start a fight in the first place, but those guys -- even now it made his stomach churn, anger becoming a physical sensation as the acid in his stomach burned.
“You could have let it go.” Sanzo’s voice was quiet beside him. One hand on the steering wheel, he reached out with the other, sliding his fingers along the bruise, the gesture surprisingly gentle.
Hakkai’s shoulders slumped, feet rising to rest on the dash, “You never do.”
“You usually don’t let me drive either.”
"I tell myself stories all day long. I have managed to weave a fairy-tale of infinite complexity around the inanimate objects in my house... No one in my family is surprised to find me putting the waffle iron away on a different shelf because...it has quarreled with the toaster... It looks kind of crazy, of course. But it does take the edge off cold reality."
--Shirley Jackson
Also, a drabble. (For
sariyuki, because she wrote me one. And karose, because headaches are terrible.)Title: Drive
Author: rune*
Words: 100
Summary: Sometimes it’s almost worth it.
His head hurt, and the slowly darkening bruise on his cheek throbbed. It had been stupid to start a fight in the first place, but those guys -- even now it made his stomach churn, anger becoming a physical sensation as the acid in his stomach burned.
“You could have let it go.” Sanzo’s voice was quiet beside him. One hand on the steering wheel, he reached out with the other, sliding his fingers along the bruise, the gesture surprisingly gentle.
Hakkai’s shoulders slumped, feet rising to rest on the dash, “You never do.”
“You usually don’t let me drive either.”
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Date: 2004-12-16 12:38 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2004-12-16 09:28 am (UTC)Hee. Oh. I hope I didn't hurt your head... you feelin' better kiddo? Good. *glomps again*
"Evar"? Heh. As long as it isn't "irregardless" (Not. A. Word. Damnit!), which I heard both my boss and a newscaster use the other day. But yeah...I could get into using "evar." ;D
[*Edit with smoke coming out of ears* The LJ spell check didn't catch irregardless. I have no words for how dumb that is. IRREGARDLESS ISN'T A WORD PEOPLE! IT'S TOTALLY REDUNDANT! REGARDLESS IS THE WORD YOU'RE LOOKING FOR AND IT WORKS JUST FINE! *takes a deep breath, and looks around suddenly embarrassed* I am so sorry. I'm going to go back to work now. Just ignore the crazy girl in the cubicle.]
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Date: 2004-12-16 11:32 pm (UTC)I feel your pain, and I share your peeve. (nods wisely)
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Date: 2004-12-17 10:19 am (UTC)I mean, really, I'm not asking for too much, am I? Just a little adherence to the language. Just a little time taken to bother to learn what REAL words are. *sighs* Read too many books, too young to be able to suffer these kinds of fools gladly.